Jack Conte - The Giant

22 May 2008 · 4 min

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Jack Conte delivers a surreal lyrical monologue that weaves doom and resilience, urging someone to stop lamenting and face harsh reality. The speaker references licking wounds, recycling ash, moving planets, and a giant satellite drawn in chalk, oscillating between admonishment and defiant optimism before invoking a collective resolve to sing.

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I guess you're done, you're doomed. You can stop licking your wounds. You're just dreaming. Recycle that ash. You're just going back. But the strong will survive. The followers will crumble. No! The planets move and all is fine. Draw the giant satellite in chalk next to the bloody St. Schatz Rock and we'll bury Free him of wind. Your mercy sticks. And you make him confide. We can't resign. We sing. Natalie.